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lives way back down the hollow
I take her by her lily white hair
And into the woods we wonder
Her daddy was a river man
As mad as a hatter
Her mama
I can still see us now,
Ridin' down Buck Island Road
It wasn't that long ago
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be
flowed
I was only following instructions when the judge sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
on time
Well he turned around and said to his fireman shovel in a little more coal
And when we cross this big White Mountain we'll watch old 97 roll
[
Travelin' on down that coal town road
Listen to my rubber tires whine
Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore
I'm leavin' you behind
Oh, I've
wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
on the road later on
In case I wanted to catch a ride back
I got out and sat down by
The side of the road
Feeling sick and looking mighty pale
I don't remember
to stay
Chasing down used times
Matched by loud stains
Spills of the soft calm
Made only for display
Wonder deeply close
Living above the heights
the sickest with jewelry
Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, want to get
their winds across the mountains
A life that's never safe and dry
Rodeos and riding high
Ladies and their men get by
On six-guns and white
See the shadows in your eyes
You know it comes as no surprise
Don't you know that the road goes on forever?
See the white highway lines
Times
(Take it FATBOI)
No Ceilings
Uh
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President got 'em in the White house naked
Look at the clock and it says
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
Whip game is nothing, step in plains
I'm stunting rolli on my wrist
Cause my kick game disgusting
Always with a chick that like
To give brain in
a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professor's
threw down my load in the desert road
Rested my weary legs too
I watched the sinking sun, make the tall shadows run
Out across that barren plain
with
She has bags of time
Surrounded by his past, on a short white line
He sits while cars pass either side, takes his time
Trying to remember one
summer days
A plain white T and an old Chevrolet
Driving fast down a county road
Windows down listenin' to the radio
Well i've been living my life one day
the springtime brings the flood plain
And your cutbank washes away
[Chorus]
I had to put the dog down
Before I hit the road
Yeah I watched that sweet old
Someday you're gonna need my help, someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways
And, you can run down to The White House
the springtime brings the flood plain
And your cutbank washes away
[Chorus]
I had to put the dog down
Before I hit the road
Yeah I watched that sweet old
speeding ticket we can’t pay
Just train across the plains jet across the west
White line to the right yellow to the left on a hot highway
Keep on truckin’
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